Welcome to a new week – and I have a special treat for you. Before my former radio partner Mike Cooper departed last week, we sat down for a heart-to-heart (complete with pups) on the deck. Enjoy the view and stay for a special “love ya, buh-bye” as he heads off…. Here’s a link.
Just a thought… There are friends, there is family, and then there are friends who become family. [Author Unknown]
I hope this new week finds you well. Rob and I have been keeping very purposely busy the last few days with the departure of our grandkids and their parents last Wednesday and the joyful arrival the next day of my former radio partner Mike Cooper. And not only is Mike here, but a terrific guy, our friend and former production superstar from CHFI, Chris Shapcotte ferried over from his home in Vancouver Friday to spend a long weekend with us.
So what have we been up to? We’ve been doing a lot of talking while readying the condo for our move-in (date to be determined once we sell our house), and also dismantling a most important part of our current home.
But it’s not been all work! As you’d expect, we’ve been having a great time: eating out, gently exploring our little part of Vancouver Island and, yes, having lots of laughs.
Last night, Rob, Chris, Mike and I went for dinner in downtown Victoria and then, at the insistence of a friend of Chris’, we stopped by an ice cream shop. I didn’t order anything, but as you’ll see, that didn’t stop me from enjoying the sweetness of the moments I’ll share with you now in this video featuring Mike Cooper.
Enjoy – and I’ll be back with you here next week, and as always on Facebook and on Threads and Instagram (@erindawndavis) and X (@erindavis). You can keep up to date there and we’ll talk again soon.
Just a thought…
Welcome in – and thanks for spending some time here again this week.
These next few days are heavy on our hearts. I’m digging deep for all of the stoicism I can muster as we wave good-bye to our grandkids and their parents who will be on their way back to Ottawa, likely tomorrow, depending on the moving truck schedule.
So in light of that, I’m sharing with you a wonderfully-written piece by my Gracefully and Frankly podcast partner and dear longtime friend Lisa Brandt that I will pore over again and again in trying to harden but never close my heart. I hope it helps you, too, if you’ll take a moment to read it. Here’s a link.
Have a gentle week – Lisa and I return with Ep 77 of Gracefully and Frankly this week and I do hope you’ll listen.
Just a thought… If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude. [Maya Angelou]
As we approach these final days of May and head into the sweet month of June and my favourite season, there are changes in the wind, of which you know if you follow here. (Twitter length: after four years here, our grandkids and their parents are moving back to Ontario in the week ahead.)
To mitigate the sadness, as is our way (what we did after losing Lauren – leaving the area), Rob and I decided to start a fresh chapter: last Thursday we took possession of a condo on the oceanfront in Sidney-by-the-Sea, about a ten-minute drive from our current home, which went up for sale the same day.
But there’s an emotional speed bump that we didn’t foresee: the effect that selling this house would have on the kids, especially Colin, who’s older and more in touch with his developing emotions. He told us he was bummed that we’re leaving this place. And after thinking about it, it became crystal clear to me as to why.
When I was a kid in a Canadian Armed Forces family, we moved around a lot. In Grade Five I was in three different schools in separate locales: England, Alberta and Ontario. (I’ve always used that year as an excuse for my sub-par math skills.)
The constant in my childhood was my grandparents’ home in Turner Valley, Alberta. Thanks to a free seat on a military 7o7 or Hercules transport plane (loud and uncomfortable but the price was right), I’d get to visit them many summers and stay for weeks on end.
It was in their tiny turquoise house below a golf course, at the end of a rough, pitted road that flooded over seemingly every spring thanks to the nearby Sheep Creek, that some of my best adolescent memories were made. Whether they were learning to golf, getting my feet wet (figuratively) playing bridge with my grandmother and her friends on ladies’ day at the club, or getting wet (literally) at the town pool – arrived at by crossing a decrepit and scary swinging foot bridge – days were filled with a hammock full of moments that stayed with me for life.
When I was an adult, Rob and I made one of our pilgrimages back to Alberta and drove the hour or so from Calgary to the tiny oil town of my and my parents’ childhoods. We had arranged with the new owner of that old turquoise house for us to pay a visit; I wanted to go inside and experience the place again.
When we pulled off the still-awful road and into the driveway, I saw that the house exterior had changed. Of course it had! They’d put on beige siding and modernized the place that my grandfather had built himself back in the 1930s.
That’s when my heart dropped into my stomach. If the outside had been altered, what had they done inside the house?
Were the checkerboard tiles, on which I could still hear my grandmother’s Tender Tootsies clacking as she made popcorn on her gas stove, still in the kitchen? Was the old piano, around which we had gathered for music nights with a guitar (or two), sax and microphones, still there? Were the bathroom sink and tub still that pastel green? And the big fridge with the sideways lever handle – had it gone, too?
Of course they probably had, but I didn’t want to see for myself. I wanted to protect my memories, just as Colin wanted always to picture us living in the house where Jane first crawled, and where he and his sister played hockey, baseball, soccer, UNO and Bingo with us for hours on end. He wants to remember the dogs excitedly running up and down the halls when their own dog, Sammy, arrived. He wanted to remember the birthdays and Christmases, the shared meals and the raucous laughter.
These are all things we want to remember, too. And we will try hard to make sure that the new place is fun for them if and when they come to visit.
We’ve tried to explain to him that we couldn’t stay here for the exact reasons he wants us to: the memories. Even the sweetest stories have to come to an end, but we can have a hand in making sure the ending is a happier one.
And the best news? On the weekend we took the kids to the condo and they absolutely LOVED it. Playing hide and seek in its bathrooms, closets and storage spaces, running around and exploring and discovering, a big game of softball out on the lawn between our building and the ocean with our friend Nancy’s two grandsons? New memories are already being made!
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Just a thought… What’s meant to be will always find a way. [Trisha Yearwood]
Well, my friend, that was a weekend! Starting with my very first sighting of the northern lights (albeit muted) and ending with exhaustion last night after cleaning our downstairs apartment, stem to stern, as we prepare for video and photos by the realtor later this week. In between all of the awe and ouches, though, were some moments of pure magic. And those are what I choose to share with you today.
With the weeks slipping by as our grandkids and their parents prepare to leave the province in early June, Rob and I have made an even more concerted effort to make memories with Colin and Jane. Above and beyond the movie and game nights and outdoor sports play that accompany all of their weekly sleep-overs, we have embraced spoiling them with dinners out and special activities that they’ll (hopefully) remember.
On Saturday the sun was shining and it was gorgeous. We had requested that the kids wake up here that morning to make sure we were too busy to be sad on the ninth anniversary of our daughter’s passing. My little plan worked: first, it was a visit to Lauren’s bench, where Colin left a rose he had chosen.
But then we shared some much more light-hearted activities: a playground visit and picnic, followed by volleyball, plus time spent making sand sculptures and tossing around a ball on the beach as herons waded and the sun shone on our perfect day.
After the younger of my two favourite boys had finished collecting shells, Rob and Colin tossed a ball around.
That same ball was later put to use for some sandy volleyball, and yes I did join in later, but that sand was hot!
Later, after Rob accidentally slipped on the ball he was trying to kick at Colin in a makeshift soccer game, they both went down – Colin in sympathy with his Grandude.
Over the years, you’ve read about our grandson plenty, both here and in my 2019 bestselling book Mourning Has Broken: Love, Loss and Reclaiming Joy (which I was thrilled to learn this week is still being read in book clubs). But our granddaughter Jane is growing into such a lovely girl: as beautiful inside as she is on the outside, who gives the best hugs, holds my hand tightly and becomes sweeter every hour we spend with her. Even after this…
…turns into this.
We count ourselves so fortunate to have had these four years as both children have grown into the young people they are, and we can only hope that even though the distance between us will increase unbearably, our closeness will also continue to develop, in different ways. Love always finds a way, and we’ll do all we can to make sure ours makes its way to them, no matter where they are.
After all, there are beaches in Ottawa, too, I know, and plenty more memories to be made down the road, no matter how long that road becomes.
Have a gentle week as we ease towards a long weekend ahead. I’ll take next Monday off from journaling and give your eyes a break, always posting on Facebook at and Instagram and Threads @erindawndavis.
Meantime, don’t miss this Thursday’s Episode 73 of Gracefully & Frankly (free as always), when Lisa and I discuss something that traumatized us both last week. Seriously. I almost posted to get your opinion on it here, but I think we’ll wait until you’ve heard both sides of our story. It’s a doozy. Talk soon!